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xp_logsA short (but productive!) wedding planning conversation.
Terry held up two of the several fabric samples she'd been sent by the seamstress she was working with on her dress. Generally - and probably somewhat stereotypically - she quite wanted her wedding colors to be a lovely, dark green and gold.
Considering it was her day and the majority of the people who were going to be on her side of the aisle would be redheaded... well. She saw no reason not to use them.
Stereotypes existed for a reason, sometimes.
"Kyle, love - can I need t'know if y'like green and gold for the wedding colors... and if y'like this fabric for your ties!" She stood up from her chair and exited the kitchenette where she'd spread out her planning materials so she could hand the fabric in question to her fiance. "I think I'll be doing a white shift type dress with... well, sort of a gauzy fabric that's had flowers and things sewn in with gold thread and beads. If y'don't mind, o'course."
Kyle lifted his head up from the armrest of the couch, and lowered the book he was reading. "Ter." He said, cautiously. "I am going to have like. All the opinions about food, and music, and rings, and, hell, if you want, I'll have opinions about flowers." He sat up a little, weight on his elbows. "I'll come up with some opinions on what I want the guys to wear even. I need you to like. know. That my opinion on colors is whatever you want is fine."
He paused. "Unless you're asking me if I'm okay with something really hids like purple and pink, in which case I'm gonna call Jean and get you checked for a concussion."
Terry paused, looked at Kyle and then back toward the fabric. "Y'know. I knew that..." Then she laughed. "I just don't intend t'be one o'those bridzillas. Since I've started lookin' at things online t'get ideas, clips and videos keep poppin' up everywhere I look." She turned and put the fabric back with her planning book. "Though since you've mentioned flowers, y'should just go ahead and tell me which ones don't make y'sneeze. I don't have much of an opinion on them, other than thinking havin' em white'll probably look nice."
"As long as they're real, I'm good." Kyle said. "But that. like." He arched his back and sat up all the way, crossing his legs as he sat, in one single motion. "Like. White is good? I might wanna do stuff that's seasonal? How do people even pick flowers for weddings? Do florists help with that? I know everything I just said was a question but look, I don't think you're gonna bridezilla. We're not making everyone fly to, I dunno, some beach in Morocco or something. We already covered the big stuff. Now it's all details. I don't think you can bridezilla on color choices or flowers unless you go insane."
"I s'pose it depends on the season for the flowers, you're right. Not that I think we should make everyone swim through them, o'course. But - Lord, some o'the things people talk about online're absurd." Terry walked over to the couch empty-handed this time and settled more on Kyle than beside him, her legs draped over his lap so she could properly bury her face in his chest. "I'm more concerned with the guests - no one here, obviously, but..." She sighed heavily, hands sliding beneath Kyle's shirt. "I don't think I want m'da walkin' me down the aisle. I'd prefer it t'be my grandda."
It was a big couch, but Kyle was a large man, so he still had to wiggle to give Terry room. "Is he - gonna be weird about it?" He asked. "Because if he's gonna be weird about it, then we should figure that out. If he's not gonna then, we don't have to worry." He shifted, so neither of them would overbalance. "Is your weird uncle coming? Is he gonna throw down with your dad if he is? Shit. At least all my relatives are either dead or chill. What if we...." He made a little walking gesture. "What if like. If your dad's gonna be weird, what if we have my grandmom walk me, your grandda walk you and make it seem like it's a thing we're doing on purpose?"
Terry leaned her head on Kyle's shoulder and wiggled her ankle until he covered it with his hand. "Tom's... well, I don't actually know. Honestly, I thought for ages he was dead. Never got any real clarity on whether he was or not. And I've no idea how he'd even know about the wedding. I like your idea about your grandmom, though - and it'll be a nice way t'include her a bit more in the actual..." She waved her hand. "Ceremony. Mostly I want t'avoid the conversation I know I need t'have with m'da."
"So like." Kyle's fingers walked up Terry's ankle a little, continuing the gesture with that hand. "So we probably need to put together a real guest list, huh? And figure out what to do with our dads. Shit, I almost wish we were hiring a planner but that feels so pretentious and like. We'd have to find a mutant friendly one, and I ... don't wanna hire Hope. Which I don't wanna say to her but like. I want this to be ours, even if it's a mess?"
Terry grinned at that, laughing softly and she curled one hand upward to the back of Kyle's neck, then ran her fingers through the hair at the back of his head. "I'd not let anyone else plan it for us, love. But yes, I see what y'mean. Have y'thought more about who y'want your groomspeople t'be - aside from Marius, o'course? Because I'll likely have Angelo and 'Star on my side. Along with Jean as maid of honor and Alison... we could just... have our fathers on the inside of each front row? Closest to the aisle? That way they're there and obvious, but walkin' duties are the elders' responsibilities? Oh - and the menu. I thought usin' some o'the places in District-X'd be good. Make sure there's a nice variety."
"I've had like, eight panic attacks and..." Kyle glanced down to where his jeans pocket was, where his phone was stuck between him, Terry and a couch cushion. "Like, fifty texts and a video call with Angelica. but I dunno who else. Maybe Doug."
"Oh, Angel for a groomsperson? That'll be fun, given the number o'gingers already in the wedding party," Terry said, laughing again. "So Marius can walk with Jeanie, at least. And y'shouldn't panic." She shifted until she could look Kyle in the eye, smiling softly. "It'll be perfect - y'can have as many people as y'like or don't. The last of 'em can just all walk Angelo down the aisle. I'm sure his husband would love that."
"Might ask Gar." Kyle said. "He'll be all like, awkward about it and make a joke and then probably be all sweet. Plus then he and Jean can match, even if Marius and Jean like, walk up together. Ter, weddings are weird. Like, we have to do a whole cheoreographed thing just because it's tradition. And I wanna, because I wanna do this right, but man, weddings are weird. Here, promise you love somebody, so you have to have these four magic items..."
Kyle sat up a little. "I gotta text Topaz. We need to make sure the something old something new thing isn't some freaky magic shit. God I hate magic."
Sitting up a little, herself, Terry kissed the corner of Kyle's lips. "I'm sure it's not, but even if it was, it'd just be good luck. Worry Topaz later, mo anam cara. Focus on the wedding. Garrison - who'll be lovely, I agree, and that way he and Jeanie can sit together with us, Marius, Angel... and Doug, yes. Which means... likely Garrison'll be walking with 'Star... and then Allison with... which one? Angel or Doug? And then Angelo'll be with whichever o'yours is fourth."
"Can we decide that like, after? I don't wanna get up. I have this really pretty lady I'm going to marry laying on me and I don't think I can move anytime soon." Kyle said, a sly smile on his face. "Don't wanna get up to write down wedding planning, don't wanna get up to find my phone."
"Really pretty, y'say?" Terry asked, grinning as she leaned up to kiss him properly. "Do go on, then. I can't see her wantin' t'move any time soon, what with y'bein' so sweet."
"Very pretty. I'd quote something romantic at her but I can't actually do that without looking it up on my phone." Kyle brought one hand to rest on the small of Terry's back, just under the hem of her shirt. "Sorry, all I got right now is the oyster one. Much Ado is a really goofy play."
Terry laughs delightedly, leaning in to nip at Kyle's earlobe before running her nose up to its pointed tip and whispering, "At least oysters are an aphrodisiac..."
Terry held up two of the several fabric samples she'd been sent by the seamstress she was working with on her dress. Generally - and probably somewhat stereotypically - she quite wanted her wedding colors to be a lovely, dark green and gold.
Considering it was her day and the majority of the people who were going to be on her side of the aisle would be redheaded... well. She saw no reason not to use them.
Stereotypes existed for a reason, sometimes.
"Kyle, love - can I need t'know if y'like green and gold for the wedding colors... and if y'like this fabric for your ties!" She stood up from her chair and exited the kitchenette where she'd spread out her planning materials so she could hand the fabric in question to her fiance. "I think I'll be doing a white shift type dress with... well, sort of a gauzy fabric that's had flowers and things sewn in with gold thread and beads. If y'don't mind, o'course."
Kyle lifted his head up from the armrest of the couch, and lowered the book he was reading. "Ter." He said, cautiously. "I am going to have like. All the opinions about food, and music, and rings, and, hell, if you want, I'll have opinions about flowers." He sat up a little, weight on his elbows. "I'll come up with some opinions on what I want the guys to wear even. I need you to like. know. That my opinion on colors is whatever you want is fine."
He paused. "Unless you're asking me if I'm okay with something really hids like purple and pink, in which case I'm gonna call Jean and get you checked for a concussion."
Terry paused, looked at Kyle and then back toward the fabric. "Y'know. I knew that..." Then she laughed. "I just don't intend t'be one o'those bridzillas. Since I've started lookin' at things online t'get ideas, clips and videos keep poppin' up everywhere I look." She turned and put the fabric back with her planning book. "Though since you've mentioned flowers, y'should just go ahead and tell me which ones don't make y'sneeze. I don't have much of an opinion on them, other than thinking havin' em white'll probably look nice."
"As long as they're real, I'm good." Kyle said. "But that. like." He arched his back and sat up all the way, crossing his legs as he sat, in one single motion. "Like. White is good? I might wanna do stuff that's seasonal? How do people even pick flowers for weddings? Do florists help with that? I know everything I just said was a question but look, I don't think you're gonna bridezilla. We're not making everyone fly to, I dunno, some beach in Morocco or something. We already covered the big stuff. Now it's all details. I don't think you can bridezilla on color choices or flowers unless you go insane."
"I s'pose it depends on the season for the flowers, you're right. Not that I think we should make everyone swim through them, o'course. But - Lord, some o'the things people talk about online're absurd." Terry walked over to the couch empty-handed this time and settled more on Kyle than beside him, her legs draped over his lap so she could properly bury her face in his chest. "I'm more concerned with the guests - no one here, obviously, but..." She sighed heavily, hands sliding beneath Kyle's shirt. "I don't think I want m'da walkin' me down the aisle. I'd prefer it t'be my grandda."
It was a big couch, but Kyle was a large man, so he still had to wiggle to give Terry room. "Is he - gonna be weird about it?" He asked. "Because if he's gonna be weird about it, then we should figure that out. If he's not gonna then, we don't have to worry." He shifted, so neither of them would overbalance. "Is your weird uncle coming? Is he gonna throw down with your dad if he is? Shit. At least all my relatives are either dead or chill. What if we...." He made a little walking gesture. "What if like. If your dad's gonna be weird, what if we have my grandmom walk me, your grandda walk you and make it seem like it's a thing we're doing on purpose?"
Terry leaned her head on Kyle's shoulder and wiggled her ankle until he covered it with his hand. "Tom's... well, I don't actually know. Honestly, I thought for ages he was dead. Never got any real clarity on whether he was or not. And I've no idea how he'd even know about the wedding. I like your idea about your grandmom, though - and it'll be a nice way t'include her a bit more in the actual..." She waved her hand. "Ceremony. Mostly I want t'avoid the conversation I know I need t'have with m'da."
"So like." Kyle's fingers walked up Terry's ankle a little, continuing the gesture with that hand. "So we probably need to put together a real guest list, huh? And figure out what to do with our dads. Shit, I almost wish we were hiring a planner but that feels so pretentious and like. We'd have to find a mutant friendly one, and I ... don't wanna hire Hope. Which I don't wanna say to her but like. I want this to be ours, even if it's a mess?"
Terry grinned at that, laughing softly and she curled one hand upward to the back of Kyle's neck, then ran her fingers through the hair at the back of his head. "I'd not let anyone else plan it for us, love. But yes, I see what y'mean. Have y'thought more about who y'want your groomspeople t'be - aside from Marius, o'course? Because I'll likely have Angelo and 'Star on my side. Along with Jean as maid of honor and Alison... we could just... have our fathers on the inside of each front row? Closest to the aisle? That way they're there and obvious, but walkin' duties are the elders' responsibilities? Oh - and the menu. I thought usin' some o'the places in District-X'd be good. Make sure there's a nice variety."
"I've had like, eight panic attacks and..." Kyle glanced down to where his jeans pocket was, where his phone was stuck between him, Terry and a couch cushion. "Like, fifty texts and a video call with Angelica. but I dunno who else. Maybe Doug."
"Oh, Angel for a groomsperson? That'll be fun, given the number o'gingers already in the wedding party," Terry said, laughing again. "So Marius can walk with Jeanie, at least. And y'shouldn't panic." She shifted until she could look Kyle in the eye, smiling softly. "It'll be perfect - y'can have as many people as y'like or don't. The last of 'em can just all walk Angelo down the aisle. I'm sure his husband would love that."
"Might ask Gar." Kyle said. "He'll be all like, awkward about it and make a joke and then probably be all sweet. Plus then he and Jean can match, even if Marius and Jean like, walk up together. Ter, weddings are weird. Like, we have to do a whole cheoreographed thing just because it's tradition. And I wanna, because I wanna do this right, but man, weddings are weird. Here, promise you love somebody, so you have to have these four magic items..."
Kyle sat up a little. "I gotta text Topaz. We need to make sure the something old something new thing isn't some freaky magic shit. God I hate magic."
Sitting up a little, herself, Terry kissed the corner of Kyle's lips. "I'm sure it's not, but even if it was, it'd just be good luck. Worry Topaz later, mo anam cara. Focus on the wedding. Garrison - who'll be lovely, I agree, and that way he and Jeanie can sit together with us, Marius, Angel... and Doug, yes. Which means... likely Garrison'll be walking with 'Star... and then Allison with... which one? Angel or Doug? And then Angelo'll be with whichever o'yours is fourth."
"Can we decide that like, after? I don't wanna get up. I have this really pretty lady I'm going to marry laying on me and I don't think I can move anytime soon." Kyle said, a sly smile on his face. "Don't wanna get up to write down wedding planning, don't wanna get up to find my phone."
"Really pretty, y'say?" Terry asked, grinning as she leaned up to kiss him properly. "Do go on, then. I can't see her wantin' t'move any time soon, what with y'bein' so sweet."
"Very pretty. I'd quote something romantic at her but I can't actually do that without looking it up on my phone." Kyle brought one hand to rest on the small of Terry's back, just under the hem of her shirt. "Sorry, all I got right now is the oyster one. Much Ado is a really goofy play."
Terry laughs delightedly, leaning in to nip at Kyle's earlobe before running her nose up to its pointed tip and whispering, "At least oysters are an aphrodisiac..."
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Date: 2025-08-05 08:18 pm (UTC)